I decided to build a coffee table with drawers. I wanted to learn mortise & tenon joinery originally. Along the way I picked up a pocket hole jig. I decided to give it a try instead as my next project would have through tenons. That way I wouldn’t repeat a skill set. I know. Doing something once doesn’t make you a master but it does teach me the basic skills. Not to mention each project gets either bigger, more complex or both. I want to get as much experience under my belt as I can for those cabinets. Then I made the mistake of taking my wife along to the lumber store. I went off to look at some walnut that had just come in. Since it was very cold in the back storage area (it was winter) she decided to wander the store while I was gone. I came back to find her in the exotic lumber section where I personally have drooled over many a piece of wood. She promptly explained that she found the wood she wanted for the table’s top. Then she proceeded to show me a large 13×115” piece of Wenge. I promptly showed her the price tag. LOL She then started her enabling process. She explained that the worst case scenario was that I screwed it up and then cut it down to make something smaller out of it. Well she kind of had a point but I knew how bad I was going to feel if I took something that expensive and beautiful and then destroyed it. The salesman joined in by saying a lot of people looked at it but weren’t sure what to do with it for a project. Next thing I know I’m forking over the cash. That’s when they start telling me about the splinters and how irritating the dust can be. Remembering the dust flying about every time I use the band saw I realized something. I was going to need a dust collector. No shop (especially a basement shop) is complete without good dust collection. So more cash left my wallet. I also managed a splinter and found out that of all places, the lumber yard doesn’t sell tweezers. By the time I get home my splinter is festered like it’s been in there for a couple of weeks and I thought, “What have I done?”
Along about this time I decided to start an international R/C soaring program. This took up a lot more of my time than I had planned. So the project sat. Then one day I’m over at my buddy’s house and my wife calls. She never calls me when I’m out flying. It’s her day to have alone time and my day to play with the boys. She tells me I need to come home right now and she’s in tears. My butt is rolling before she even hung up. All the way home I’m thinking somethings happened to my dad. He’s elderly and in poor health. It just didn’t feel right though. I get home and now she’s not looking good. She tells me that during her routine yearly physical they found out she has lukemia. Then everything got hazy.